I sometimes feel compelled to watch it, unpleasant as it is. Sort of like "Saving Private Ryan." It's not pretty, but it's our duty to know what it was like.
There were lots of emotional responses on the internet at the time. Videos and slide shows with musical accompaniment, and the like.
One of my favorite recollections was a suggested design for the replacement WTC building. It was five buildings configured like a hand clenched with the middle finger extended, and the meaning was unmistakable.
Bruce Springsteen had an entire album dedicated to the aftermath. Here are the lyrics to one of the best songs:
"You're Missing"
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Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall
Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing
Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorstep, you're not there
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing
Pictures on the nightstand, tv's on in the den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in
But you're missing, you're missing
You're missing when i shut out the lights
You're missing when i close my eyes
You're missing when i see the sun rise
You're missing
Children are asking if it's alright
Will you be in our arms tonight?
Morning is morning, the evening falls i got
Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls
How's everything, everything?
Everything, is everything you're missing, you're missing
God's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailbox
I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops |
